Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 387 My Throat Is Itchy

“Mr. Newton, if you have something against me, you can tell me directly.” Yuliana sat in her chair and looked at Craig in front of her with a calm gaze.

Craig smiled. “You’re the boss, and I’m just an employee. How would I ever dare to have an opinion about you?”

There was nothing wrong with the man’s tone of voice, but Yuliana noticed a hint of mockery in his words. Craig’s capability was obvious to all. For the past year or so, without Craig’s help, Yuliana wouldn’t have been able to secure her position, nor take care of Glory Corporation well.

Furthermore, it could be said that Craig was much more suited to be the person in charge of Glory Corporation than she was.

Yuliana looked at him, and after a long moment of silence, she uttered, ‘Mr. Newton, I hope you won’t bring your personal emotions into your work. If you have something against me, you can just talk to me about it.” Craig’s gaze toward her was icier than before. He leaned against the chair and smiled. “Ms. Livingstone, who do you think made it possible for you to sit in that seat and say those things to me?”

Yuliana was taken aback by his words, but she swiftly regained her senses and came to understand why Craig was behaving so abnormally.

“So, are you feeling indignant on behalf of Christopher? Yuliana cut straight to the chase. Anger flitted across her eyes as she continued after a brief pause, “Mr. Newton, do you need me to remind you that I have divorced him? Glory Corporation used to be Christopher’s, but now it belongs to me. He needed to give it to me, and I deserved it. I didn’t steal or rob him of the company. In fact, I got it legally. Perhaps, do you think that once a woman marries a man, she can only be tied to him for the rest of her life and be branded as his?”

Yuliana’s words rendered Craig speechless. Naturally, he knew that she was right, and his personal emotions and bias had gotten in the way of his usual rationality.

Realizing this, Craig instantly adjusted his emotions and apologized, “I’m sorry, Ms. Livingstone.”

Yuliana didn’t intend to accept his apology. She put her hand on the mouse and shifted her gaze toward the display screen, saying, “I’ve said what I needed to say. You may get back to work, Mr. Newton.”

Craig had more to say, but when he saw Yuliana’s icy expression, he swallowed his words and didn’t utter them aloud.

He then got up and walked out of Yuliana’s office. After hesitating for a moment, he whipped out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang for a long time, yet no one answered it.

Thus, Craig hung up and stopped calling the number.

On the top floor of Prestige Club, Christopher was lying on the 6.5-foot-long couch with his eyes closed and cigarettes in his mouth. The smoke was almost clouding the entire space, and there was a wine glass in his hand that was hanging off the side of the couch. There was only half a glass of alcohol in the glass.

After taking a puff of his cigarette, Christopher took a sip of wine, and the liquor spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His phone had fallen to the ground and was ringing non-stop. The sound was ear-piercing and gave him a throbbing headache.

up from the couch and threw the wine glass into the

wine glass was shattered into

the throbbing sensation made it feel as if his head was about to explode. His emotions were in disarray, and he was on the brink

the phone was still

picked up his phone and threw it into the corner, just like he did to

quiet, at

the couch, and his rapidly-beating heart

the throbbing pain in his head wasn’t resolved at all

eyes, picked up the half bottle of spirits left on the table, and

relieve the

a more intense pain spread throughout his head, and his consciousness

eyes open and was

familiar figure, who was holding a little boy’s hand and walking toward him. He reached out

next time he woke up,

sat by the bed and was playing games.

noticed the movement on the hospital bed, he lifted his eyes and

you were dead.”

surroundings and closed his eyes once more. He placed his arm on his forehead and didn’t intend on moving

intense as before, there was still a strong sense

face for a while, and sighed. “Is your

continued to keep his eyes

and kicked the bed. “Are you

You’re giving me a fucking headache.”

down. “Forget it. I won’t hold you

narrowed his eyes. Only when he felt more awake

still very bright

couldn’t have

out of bed and went to the restroom, washing his face with cold water. He

three o’clock in the afternoon.”

thinking for a while, he remembered that he had

then turned around and walked out of the